I decided to give you a break from all those Yosemite pictures to post a few photos I took one night on my recent visit to my mom for her 95th birthday.
I drove up to one of my favorite view spots on the East side of the bay. I actually missed seeing the sun set. It was already behind the clouds, thanks to a late dinner and a slow driver I was stuck behind on the way up.
Although I like to think that the ‘sunset’ includes the time after the sun sinks, but it is still tinging the sky with color.
The Golden Gate Bridge, with Alcatraz Island in front of that Civil War fort that still stands under the arch of the bridge at the North end.
The sky was still that weird mix of fog and clouds, mixed with the smoke from all the wildfires.
The smoke mutes the colors, except when I zoomed in with the telephoto lens.
I’m not exactly sure how that works.
But it does.
I do love this spot.
I guess, if you have been here a while, you have seen hundreds of sunset photos from this place. And a lot of daytime ones.
In fact, I stopped here on the way out of town, on the way back to San Diego. After I finish the Yosemite posts… just a few more to go… I will finish up with those.
Then we can get back to my usual weird shenanigans.
Sometimes, when I get back from visiting my mom, I feel sort of bad about the people who started following my blog while I was there.
I’m sure they end up thinking that this is a travel blog of some sort.
And they think that they will continue to see photos of sunsets and flowers and places I have been.
And yes, you will get some of that.
And then the crack squirrels living in my head take control.
And things get a little strange.
And I guess some people stick around for the ride, and some people don’t.
And either way, I can’t blame them.